Sebastian’s POV
I was drained–physically, mentally, emotionally. Being the only son of the Kingsley family came with expectations that could break a man. After days of inspection rounds at our company’s branches in London, Hong Kong, Dubai, and Singapore, I finally returned to New York.
But I didn’t go home.
Home was just a structure–glass, marble, polished silence. Nothing warm. Nothing comforting. My father’s presence lingered in the walls, in the furniture, in the weight that pressed on my chest every time I stepped inside.
So I didn’t.
I booked a penthouse suite downtown. The kind where the view tricks you into thinking you’re free. I collapsed onto the bed, letting the silence wrap around me like a shroud. Every part of me aches–not from jet lag, but from the weight of responsibi
